Chris O'pry Novels & Stories

CHRIS My name is Chris. I’m a 29-year-old newlywed, married to my high school sweetheart. I am 5 '10, with brown eyes and a slightly messy light brown hair that sweeps over my forehead. My physique is pretty nice for my age—not overly built or anything, just lean in a way that appeared natural. I have shoulders wide enough to fill out a shirt, lightly toned arms, a firm chest, but not the kind that looks sculpted in a gym mirror, and a stomach that is flat and easy, with nothing dramatic.

The woman suddenly called Chris by his name and he frowned deeply. "Who are you and how do you know my name ? " He asked. "Simple, my name is Ophelia and I know you like Barbie , I can help you get her if you want " Ophelia said with a smirk. " How do you know I like her ? Are you a friend of Barbie's ? " Chris asked. "I wouldn't say friends we are more like enemies she stole my man and I want him back " "Mark ? " He asked and she nodded positively.

Oliver Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down plays softly on the car radio as we drive through the city, and my fingers instantly tap away at the familiar tune. Sophia sits next to me, looking around at the city in awe. I keep kicking myself that I just left her in an unknown area in an unknown city. I feel so stupid that we just couldn’t talk things out like we did this morning. But more than anything, I am grateful that she wants to try despite what has happened.

Kai's POV The dull grey school building came into view as I drove closer. Today was going to be the longest day ever, I just had a feeling in my gut that what I was thinking was true. But at least I had one silver lining that went around my dark cloud. I would be able to see Bella. My best friend and all time crush from like grade 9. Back then ,she was just the shy little girl I met at the beach, where she was killing it in surfing. I mean here in Arizona we got the best waves. I climbed out of my Cadillac and walked up the stairs that led into the building. I was ready to face this day, and the best part was that we had chemistry first, and by we, I mean Bella and I. I walked towards my loc

We forced Chris to join us and he did. Speaking of Chris, he's honestly not that bad. We get along so well, and his views on life and the writer's world is outstanding, sometimes he talks like Morgan Freeman. And he also got a job as a journalist at ABC News, we were all excited for him of course, he earned that because when we read his report on why the LGBTQ community needed pride month our jaws dropped, literally. Nathan isn't the only one that inspires me in my writing. Chris does as well. But I'm not going to tell Nathan that cause I want him to think he, my boyfriend is the only one that inspires me to write.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

My hand clasps my mouth, my tears fell immediately. I couldn't say anything, I just followed him. Alex's driver greeted Drew. "Chris, you're here?" "Yes sir, Mr. Davis told me to wait on Ms. Morgan. Why don't I take both of you to the hospital? I've heard about it already. I'll cover her from the paparazzi." He talked to us professionally, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

But they made up a hard-working, bright group of people, and Adam was glad that he had them to rely upon. “Do we have any idea how much the harvest will actually yield?” Chris asked. A man close to Adam’s father’s age, Chris had salt-and-pepper hair with a neatly trimmed beard. His skin was the tanned skin of a man often out in the sun, although his wife had been bugging him about wearing more sunscreen as of late. After reading about the depletion of the ozone layer, she’d been scared to death that Chris would develop melanoma; Chris, for his part, preferred to ignore his wife’s arguments and do as he pleased.

Chris woke up with a heavy head. It’s been a week but his body still hasn’t recovered from what happened. He kept thinking of the memories he saw from Troy’s mind. He wrote it the other day while pretending to study. He continued repeating it on his mind too. Chris is convinced that there must be something in those memories that could lead him to the truth, if only he’s strong enough to last longer.

Mason detailed. His response clearly showed he knew Chris's personal life well. “Noted.” The doctor acknowledged before turning to face Chris, who just stared at them in silence. “Your name is Chris. You're one of America's top actors. If you could tell us more about Nimalaya, perhaps we can help.” The doctor probed.